Oh, him... You know, I tried to ask him what his secret was, but he wouldn't really tell me. I guess it's just genetics.

[ More like drunkenly came on to him but, shhh. Also sweet god, that is not an image he needed. Hans would reel back if it wouldn't land him on the floor again. ]

That.......... Did you really need to share that? He already hates me, now whenever I see him I'm going to think of him getting reamed by his boyfriend.

[ Keeping a straight face is going to be impossible. ]